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Thursday, May 26, 2016

I’ve lived in the same small town almost all
of my life, and we’ve always been riddled with the demons of addiction and
wanting to find the magic wand of sobriety and recovery.

Much of my professional life in the law, and
many of the conversations I have, even now, has been about people finding
meaning in their lives and working on getting sober.Addiction was certainly the “meat and potatoes”
in my legal career.

Our society is riddled with addiction, in all
its crazy forms and actions.You say
“addict” and we think alcohol and drugs.Insidious and destructive as those addictions are, there are others,
equally powerful, equally destructive of our souls and our community.

The list of dangerous, habit-forming thinking
and actions is long; the list of destructive results is even longer. And your
list looks a lot like mine.

This cause and
effect are often unmentioned and ignored.It is the elephant in our village’s living room. To some extent, we all
deal with it, in our own lives.And, we
see the devastation our addictions cause in the lives around us.

Much of my work
in the law came across my desk because of this addictive thinking.Being the good lawyer, I worked to find the
remedy so that people could find happiness and move on in their lives.All too often, the addiction was too
powerful, too all consuming.And, it is
hard to be clean and sober in a society where addiction, and addictive
thinking, is an accepted way of life and a widely accepted theology.

Yet, we’ve come
a long way since the days of my childhood.As a kid, I was chastised for greeting a neighbor coming out of the
liquor store, or commenting about someone being drunk on the street and asking
“why”.

We didn’t have
AA in our community, and there were no alcohol counselors.We knew there was plenty of addictive
behavior, but addiction and complacency about its destructive ways simply
wasn’t mentioned in polite society.

I am so
grateful for Betty Ford coming out publicly, talking about her addiction to
alcohol and opioids and how inpatient treatment transformed her life.At last, it was politically correct to talk
about this taboo topic.

Recently, I’ve
had deep conversations about addiction, and turning our lives around, becoming
healthy and clean.It’s tough work, and
we go deep with each other. Reaching out and being supportive is an essential
part of the work, and the healing.

Paul Carr
writes in the Wall Street Journal about his struggles to become sober (March
19, 2012). He didn’t choose AA, but he says each of us has our own path:

“If it worked for me, it can work for anyone, right? Wrong. The
chances that any of the advice here will work for you are vanishingly slim. So,
too, are the chances that reading "How to Win Friends and Influence
People" [Dale Carnegie’s classic book] will result in your doing either of
those things. In truth, all self-help guides are guaranteed to work only for
one person: the person who wrote them.

“The real secret to getting sober, and to repairing all the
broken aspects of your life, is to take the time (probably through trial and
error) to figure out the causes of your addiction and the aspects of your
character that can be pressed into service in curing them. To do that, you'll
have to figure out your own list of things you enjoy about drinking (for me: adventures,
reckless spending, dating, etc.) and how you can keep those things alive
through sobriety. Then you need to figure out what part of your personality
will drive you to stay sober (for me: ego).

“And then, as every recovering addict will tell you, it's simply
a question of taking one step at a time.”

—Adapted
from Paul Carr's "Sober Is My New Drunk”.

Today, my
community has an active, visible AA community and a variety of mental health
professionals. Sobriety and addiction are respectable topics of polite
society’s conversations.We even greet
neighbors at the liquor store and openly support people in recovery.

Yet, in our
search for economic viability, our community is busy funding and promoting brew
pubs, and beginning to enjoy the tax revenue from the local marijuana
stores.Every bar promotes its state lottery
games, and the game terminals are conveniently located next to an ATM, with the
bartender happy to refresh your drink while you gamble.Casinos advertise their first class celebrity
entertainment, luring us inside for your Las Vegas experience. The Legislature
depends on the state lottery to fund our schools and improve parks.

Money
talks.

And, opioid addiction is at
its highest level ever, as folks who have become dependent upon opioid pain
killers then look for cheaper highs after the prescriptions run out. And,
heroin is so much cheaper. A loaded syringe of heroin goes for $5, maybe less,
right here in my town, cheaper than the black market for Big Pharma’s opioid
pills.

100 million
opioid pills are prescribed in Oregon, and one out of three Oregonians has
received a prescription for an opioid. Oregon ranks near the top nationally in
opioid use and in deaths.More people
die from opioid overdoses here than car crashes.(Medicine
in Oregon, Oregon Medical Association, Winter 2016, page 12.)

Big Pharma
deluges us with TV ads, urging us to ask our doctor for medications and pain
relief. Where are the ads about addiction; the social conversations about our
addictive culture?

The addiction
machine in our society is doing well.

And, you know
good and well this scourge isn’t just here in the form of the strung out street
person.This addiction is alive and well
everywhere. It’s alive and well with neighbors, friends, and, yes, even
family.It’s an uncomfortable truth.

We’ve responded
by turning the addicts into criminals, with the criminal justice system busy
making felons out of addicts, and locking them up in our jail for twenty days
or so at a stretch.Our judges order them
into treatment, and the system collects the court ordered fees for all that. But
we don’t take on the tough conversations about really getting sober, or
changing our culture’s addictive ways.

I don’t have a
magic wand, and I don’t have a “cure all” solution.I wish I did; lives are literally at stake.
But, I do know that one person, one conversation, one relationship can alter
the course in a persons’ life, and begin the change toward how we as a
community can heal.

Monday, May 16, 2016

It was unusual
for me, just sitting there in my garden, being still and looking around.

I’d had a long
session with the trowel, the weed eater, and my hand pruners, attacking the
weeds, setting out some plants, and generally tidying up my shade garden.
Sweaty, dirty and tired, I found a chair and a bottle of water and decided to
catch my breath.

At first, I
looked at what I’d done, and what I needed to do, mentally composing additions
to my “to do” list.

This is
becoming a job, I thought.Gardening is
a lot of work, and I’m tired.

Maybe I should
just take a moment and enjoy all of this, my own quiet corner of the world. I
could let the sweat dry, thinking its OK that I just take a break.

Lately, when
I’ve been reading about gardening, I’m nose deep into the science and the
methodologies about how to grow the best of whatever is involved in my latest
garden project.

In the midst of research on an interesting new
plant, I’d come across a quote about gardening and my soul.

“It doesn't matter what you do, he said, so long as you change
something from the way it was before you touched it into something that's like
you after you take your hands away. The difference between the man who just
cuts lawns and a real gardener is in the touching, he said. The lawn-cutter might
just as well not have been there at all; the gardener will be there a
lifetime.”

―
Ray Bradbury

Take
a moment, take a breath, and enjoy the garden for what it is, I reminded
myself.Too often, my time here becomes
an obligation, a project.Hurry up, get
it done, and move on to the next task.

But,
I am a gardener, not a laborer.Gardening
really is nurturing, and being IN the garden.It is a time to nurture this place and my soul, to find peace, to let my
mind be still and just BE.After all, I
am a human being, not a human doing.

And,
so I became still, and sat there.A
swallow was building a nest in the new birdhouse, a hummingbird was enjoying
the honeysuckle in bloom, sunlight played on the rhododendron bursting out in
full glory.I breathed in the fresh air,
and all the smells of spring.

In
the distance, a neighbor was mowing her lawn, and a farmer was tilling his
field.Off in the forest, a logger’s
chainsaw provided the bass line for the house finch’s serenade in the snowball
bush.

The
real beauty in the garden, I realized, was not all the work I’d done, though I
certainly had provided some tidying up and structure to this little piece of
paradise.But, I realized, the real joy
in this place is all the creatures and plants that make this their home.

I’m
only the host, and I only add a few of the finishing touches.

And,
I realized, the most important part of my job here, as a gardener, is to sit in
a chair, and just be here, finding my own peace, and be part of this magnificent
paradise, to simply be in this moment.

About Me

a photographer, and a student of the beauty of Tillamook County, Oregon. Also a writer, an artist, exploring the gifts of the Muse. I'm working on a book on mentoring young men, and fatherlessness in our culture.
all photos copyright Neal Lemery 2010-2013.